The words
that made the most sense
an hour ago,
now don’t seem
to say anything at all.
It’s like,
trying to express
the intangible,
or maybe
describe the void.
Trouble doesn’t find me
anymore,
not like it used to.
I’ve made a point,
learned to avoid
the snakes
and pitfalls.
Now,
I’ve play a game
with higher falls,
and wiser serpents.
Traded in my masters
for some higher power.
That leash
will become a noose,
as surely
as the ones I tied myself.
Focus on the words.
Describe the abyss.
How do you put
a patch over the hole
in your life?
The work awaits.
It’s good
and honest.
The starry sky
pulls my eyes up,
away from the gaping maw
of the abyss
and for a moment,
I can trade
one darkness
for another.
The words
seem to have found me.
I don’t think
that I did my work
in describing the abyss
with very well,
but I know I will be back
to try again tomorrow.
HG – 2021
